Chapter 562 You Are My King

After Su Xiangwan returned to the stage, the host finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Su Xiangwan took the microphone and explained: "I'm really sorry. The power went out suddenly just now. The assistant took me off the stage worried about my safety. I went to the bathroom and came back only to find that the call came so soon."

The host's eyes fell on Su Xiangwan's mouth, and he asked with some malicious intentions, "Did you meet anyone when you went to the bathroom that night? Did you do anything indescribable, eh?"

Su Xiangwan was stunned for a moment, and the rice grains that were very close to her in the front row reminded her softly: the lipstick is gone.

Su Xiangwan's whole body froze, and she couldn't imagine what her lipstick looked like at the moment.

The villain Mu Beiting must have done it on purpose, and he didn't even remind her.

Forced herself to calm down a bit, she cleared her throat and said, "You found out about this, but it didn't happen in the bathroom."

"Short oil? I didn't expect it to happen!"

The host was very gossip, and the fans in the audience became enthusiastic.

Su Xiangwan smiled and said, "It's not what you think, it's just that I'm too hungry and just ate a piece of cake offstage."

There were a lot of good-natured laughter from the audience, but Su Xiangwan was sweating in his heart.

Fortunately, the lipstick on her mouth was actually only spent a little bit, which is not an exaggeration. If it is said that she got it from eating, it would explain it.

The host wentssip a few more curious words before changing the topic.

Su Xiangwan breathed a sigh of relief quietly, feeling that it was extremely dangerous.

"It's really very unfortunate. I didn't expect that the power would be cut off at the most critical moment just now, but it doesn't matter. Wanwan's birthday has just arrived. Let's sing the birthday song again, shall we? Blow out the candles again at Wanwan, promise desire."

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By the end of the fan meeting, it was half past midnight when Su Xiangwan left.

After getting in the car, Mu Beiting seemed to be afraid that she would be cold, so he put his suit on her body.

Su Xiangwan tilted his head and leaned gently on his shoulder: "Why did you leave halfway? And weren't you wearing that pink T-shirt before? Why did you change it back?"

He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, and said in a deep voice, "It's too ugly."

"It's not ugly, it's very pretty." She said with a chuckle.

It's really nice.

Compared with when he was wearing a suit, he was a little less imposing, a lot more youthful, but especially pink and handsome, a little more sunny, and a little less mature and cold.

Su Xiangwan blew lightly into his ear, and said softly, "I really want to sleep with you, little brother."

Mu Beiting's ears moved slightly, turning pink involuntarily.

He squinted at her, and said slowly, "Is it itchy?"

Su Xiangwan hugged his arm and said coquettishly, "Hee hee. But why did you change it back?"

He pinched her chin and plundered her lips fiercely.

Looking down at her slightly, he said slowly, "Because I don't want to be your fan, I want to be your man."

Mu Beiting's eyes were deep and serious.

Su Xiangwan was slightly absent-minded, sensing something was wrong with him.

Hugging him gently, he said, "You can do whatever you want, be it a fan or a man, you are you, Mu Beiting, the man I, Su Xiangwan, love."

His face softened a little, and he said hoarsely, "Wanwan."

"kindness?"

"I'm only yours, a servant under your skirt."

Su Xiangwan kissed him lightly: "You are not my servant, you are my king."

Mu Beiting turned his back on the guest and wanted to possess her deeply.